I was coming out of the neighborhood store when I first encountered Bentley. He stopped me to introduce himself and show me his photos of his restaurant and food. "You're 'world famous'!" "Ya mon, world famous!" We made a reservation and discovered you could enjoy a fantastic view and wonderful meal while still holding more than a bit of dread at the structural integrity of the deck. We had another meal there, but the next year, Bentley had transitioned into his waning years as a sad specter. No more torment, Bentley, rest in peace.
